Author's Note: The song is Love You by The Free Design. You can find it pretty quick on YouTube if you type that in. Give it a listen when Cro's listening.
Cronus sat in his room working on a new song. His old rings were on his fingers. They were tight, but he'd only put them on out of boredom. He hadn't worn them since his junior year of high school and they were strangely comforting. The way the sunlight gleamed on them relaxed him a little, but his mind wasn't there. It was on the chick that had talked to him days earlier about Kankri.
She'd called herself Kankri's very good friend and had really pissed him off; his music was really showing that. Where he'd wanted it to be smooth and calm, everything was turning out jagged and aggressive. He closed out of the program and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one without even thinking about the fact that he was indoors.
He took a long drag and held the smoke in, letting it calm him down. He moved to the center of the room and laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling with his arms folded behind his head. He held the cigarette between his teeth as he took a drag and let it out slowly.
A knock at the door to the lounge.
He really didn't want to answer that, but he knew they wouldn't go away. He really hoped it wasn't Kurloz. He snubbed the cigarette out in his ashtray and walked over to the door. He unlocked it and pulled it open, slowly. Just Mituna.
"Tula made me come here to tell you not to smoke."
"What?"
"Latula! My girlfriend." Smiled smugly.
"Well you can tell her that she can go fuck herself. I'm sure your retard junk ain't up for the task anyway."
Mituna shoved him. "I'M NOT A RETARD!"
Cronus stumbled back a little but was otherwise unphased. He was looking for a fight. He wanted to hit something. "You sure you ain't, chief? Last I checked you ain't exactly firin' on all pistons, yeah?"
Mituna hit him square in the jaw, knocking him to the floor. He hadn't been expecting him to hit first. That pissed him off a little. He spoke from the floor. "You shouldn't of fuckin' done that, chief." He pushed off the floor and was in Mituna's face. "You really shouldn't of done that."
Mituna snarled down at him. "Hit me with your best shot, Scarface!"
Cronus smirked. It wasn't the first time he'd been called that. He clenched a ringed hand into a fist and pulled it back. "Well if I'm Scarface, then say hello to my little fuckin' friend!" He swung and hit him in the face, his rings tearing a little at the skin. He stared down at him, smiling wickedly. "Now go fuck yourself." He heard footsteps and looked up towards them. It was that chick that had the stupid sunglasses. She pulled Mituna up and he slumped against her.
She stared Cronus down. "Boy, I don't care who you are. You did not just do what I think you did."
He snorted. "Well I sure as fuck did, doll. What're you gonna do about it?"
Her full lips pulled back into a girn. "I will fucking kill you."
"What?"
"No one does that to my Tunes and gets away with it." She put her hand in his hair.
He smirked and snorted again. "So you're gonna do what?"
She help Mituna to the couch then turned her head. "I told you already. I will fucking kill you." Her voice was even and her smile was still there as she walked back to Cronus.
"Yeah, I'm sure you'll ki—!" He was cut off by a swift punch to the stomach, causing him to double over and cough.
She put a hand on his back. "Now if I ever see you even thinking about hurting my rad boy again, you will never be able to walk again." Her face was still amicable, even through the threats.
"You crazy fuckin' bitch!"
"You're the one that hit my man in the face and cut his face up."
He coughed again. "I think you burst my fuckin' lung."
"And it would serve you right." She laughed.
He just groaned and fell forward. "Just leave me alone to wallow in my fuckin' misery, you heartless bitch!"
"Whatever you say. Just never come near my boy like that again." Her grin was still wide as she closed the door in front of Cronus.
He laid there, hands gripping his stomach and wishing that the day was over. He heard his phone chime on his desk and he frowned. Who the fuck would text him today? He pushed off the ground and went over to his desk. He just stared at his phone as it chimed again. After a few minutes, he sighed and finally picked it up.
He stared at it in his hand. It was Kankri. It had to be. But he didn't know if he could answer it. He took another deep breath and let it out. He unlocked his phone and looked at the text. He dropped his phone when he saw it.
We need t9 talk.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!
He couldn't believe it.
He knew there was a possibility of it happening, but he didn't think that it was going to happen so fucking soon. Kankri wanted to break up with him.
He slumped to the floor, hands gripping tightly at his hair. He was trying to breath deeply but could feel himself starting to hyperventilate. He reached for his phone and dug through it for music. Something. Anything. He needed to listen to something happy. There.
He hit play and took another deep breath. The Free Design saved the day again.
Shaking, he went back to his messages and carefully picked what he was going to say. If Kankri wanted to end it, then he was going to give him a piece of his fucking mind in person. No way would he let this end over a fucking text.
He looked at what he'd written.
fuckin fine by me, kan. vwhen you vwant me to come to your room?
He sent it. The ball was in Kankri's court again now.
